Shut your dirty, dirty mouth

Today found the woman lazy, content to lay in a scattering of rabbit bones and random bits of fur. She had come across a hovel full of them, and plundered until she couldn't move. Her dark, steel grey stomach bulged and she felt life stir within her. Lilith marveled constantly at the new lives that were growing, cooing over them and telling them stories. They may not remember when they get older, but the goddess was a motherly figure with a soft spot for tiny puppies. Their stirring kept her awake as night came, her mismatched red eyes half closed as she lightly dozed on the small game trail. She was at home here, in the labyrinth of trees that belonged to wraiths, if one believed the legends. She could afford to be lazy, she had fattened herself up over the season. Her appetite had been insatiable as she hunted day in and day out, craving this or that and being too stubborn to seek out Amon or any of the wolves she met for help. It was clear she didn't need it.